"Sword Eleven Fireflies!"
As the Spring Rain Sword disappeared, Wen Renying's pursuit halted.
The might of the heavens and earth enveloping her vibrated incessantly, ringing a warning in her heart.
Not good!
Wen Renying sensed a crisis; determination hardened her charming face.
Subsequently, the four fuzzy tails coiling behind her suddenly swelled manifold in size and smashed towards the ground.
Boom!
Amidst the roaring sound, a great reactionary force propelled Wen Renying to shoot up by several meters.
Just at that moment, the Spring Rain Sword slashed across the sky, trailing a scarlet streak over the very spot she had just occupied.
"Little Sword Immortal, you are courting death!"
Charm had vanished from Wen Renying's face, leaving only grimness and ferocity.
Her eyes, golden and vertical pupils reminiscent of a demon's, bore into Chen Yi furiously, the corners of her mouth revealing sharp tiger teeth, as if she intended to devour him.